In the quiet dawn, her whispers start,
A lullaby woven with threads of gold,
Her gentle hands craft the morning light,
As stories of love and warmth unfold.

Beneath the stars, her dreams ignite,
Guiding me through the darkest night,
Her strength, a beacon, forever bright,
In her embrace, the world feels right.

Through storms and rain, her courage stands,
With every tear, she understands,
Her laughter, a melody that heals,
Binding wounds with tender seals.

In every heartbeat, her love remains,
An eternal song in life’s refrain,
My guiding star, my endless sea,
My mother, forever a part of me.